This is a song about "Uglyhoes"

Service the discursive lurkers in the furthest mergers of a scary circus,

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

'cause it was an admired service-man

Put in work make stacks of hunneds, gotta roll dis cash man/

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

This shits nuts, inclined but the signs worsen/ trying to lift up your minds curtains